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name: Lis
age: Over 21.
contact: couervider at gmail,![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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other characters: N/A
( IC INFORMATION )
name: Stiles Stilinski.
canon: Teen Wolf
reference: Teen Wolf on Wikipedia.
Stiles on Teen Wolf Wikia.
canon point: Stiles appears in Knowhere from the very end of season 3B, episode titled The Divine Move. Please see the character personality section for why this is important.
background: There's a world out there much like baseline Earth. Everything appears normal on the surface, with 2011-equivalent technology, and politics, and societal ills.
But under that is a supernatural world teeming with magic, shape-shifters, and absolutely bloody violence. Welcome to Beacon Hills. We're a hot mess here. If you've never seen an episode of Teen Wolf on MTV, imagine a world similar to Buffy The Vampire Slayer, only with a less competent show-runner. Children are hauled into a centuries-long conflict with little to no information, support or affection. It's awesome. Really.
The setting of Teen Wolf heavily implies that werewolves, druids and hunters have been around for centuries (as evinced by the Archaic Latin texts the protagonists rely on for information). The main conflict is between werewolves and hunters, with druids and magic-users somewhere in between, mainly on the wolf side of things. Werewolves are tied to the cycles of the moon, with the full moon being paramount. (Which is standard werewolf mythos, but the TW wolves can shift at any time, regardless of the moon's tumescence.) There are three types of wolves: Alpha (they're in charge), Beta (they take orders), and Omega (no pack ties, easy pray, prone to irrational violence). Wolf packs are tightly-knit, almost family units, with an Alpha at the head, and any number of Betas below. There can even be entire packs of Alphas, although the how of this has never really been spelled out. Basically magic. Insert Kanye-shrug here. Wolves can rise or fall to any of these three statuses, depending on their actions and thoughts. (It's also heavily implied that werewolves are highly dependent on psychosomatic health: the main character takes a wound in season 3A that won't heal, due to his guilt over its infliction.) Omega wolves are the killers, and where most werewolves get their rotten reputation from. One bad apple...
Alphas are the most powerful, with a range of special abilities to accompany their status. Betas are less powerful, and Omegas are practically slugs. But since the character being discussed here isn't a werewolf, we're going to not touch on the powers too much. If you need more info, I'll be happy to provide it.
Hunters are supposed to follow a code: We hunt those who hunt us. They began somewhere in France, somewhere in antiquity, banding the strongest and bravest together to fight the beasts and abominations that killed the innocent. Over the centuries, one family emerged as the central force against the werewolves. They were the Argents. All hunter clans rallied around them, supported them, and they became royalty among the hunters. The men are the soldiers, but the women are leaders.
And then there are the baseline humans. Usually caught in the middle of this ancient war, they are the body count that nobody mourns. Unless they're incredibly resourceful. And awesome. And loyal. And smart. Ahem, we'll save that for the personality section. Most baseline humans have absolutely no idea that there are werewolves in their midst, which is how the werewolves and hunters like it. But every now and then, the crazed underworld touches the lives of humans. And it's never pretty.
Teen Wolf is a show that touches on the major tropes of werewolf lore, and puts an MTV spin on it for young audiences. There's a lot of sex, violence, and humor, along with incredibly distorted myth. Basically, nobody is safe. Run. This might hurt.
personality:
How do you solve a problem like Stiles? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
Okay, for real. Headcanon time out of the way: In four seasons (almost five!) of this damn show, we still don't know Stiles' real name. So I've designated it as Przemyslaw Leslie Stilinski, but he prefers to go by Stiles. Wouldn't you?
Stiles is, first and foremost, a sarcastic little hyperactive bastard with a mouth that will not quit. Serving as the comic relief of the show, he's always ready with a smart-ass remark and an eye-roll of scorn. Physically, he's never still, always flailing about, tripping over his own feet, and basically behaving like a spazz. But under that mask, there's a very tormented, guilty boy who's carrying way too much weight on his shoulders. His dark side is never far from the surface, and it pops up in the most surprising places. He's pragmatic...and occasionally ruthless.
To quote Coach Finstock: "So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart, never takes advantage of his talents. For his final question on his mid-term exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision."
ADHD, it's a hell of a thing.
His guilt began with the death of his mother in 2004, from fronto-temporal dementia. A type of early-onset Alzheimer's, his mother wasted away in front of him at the age of eight. Traumatic enough for a young child, Stiles has somehow managed to convince himself that his mother's death was his fault. (I've seen some interpretations in fanon that he was the one who pulled the plug on her: I don't subscribe to this. His is a more nebulous guilt, because an eight year old child makes leaps of logic that aren't.) As a result of this, Stiles can be incredibly emotionally constipated, bottling up his true feelings and putting on the class clown act. It's better to make people laugh than cry...
He's endlessly loyal, though, hooking his affections onto people with little to no basis in reality. He's incredibly fortunate that his best friend, Scott McCall, was there in his childhood. They're inseparable, two sides of the same moral coin. While we don't know exactly how long they've been friends, it's implied that it's been at least seven years, since before Scott's dad walked out when Scott was ten.
When Scott was bitten by an unknown Alpha werewolf, Stiles threw himself into researching the affliction that was haunting his best friend and brother. He was the one who realized that Scott was now a werewolf. He was the one who figured out that a werewolf needed an anchor to humanity. He was the one who figured out that the Alpha was someone other than they suspected. Basically, Stiles is the man with the knowledge, the know-how, and the imagination to cope with the world of werewolves.
Socially, Stiles is a tiny bit inept. He tries, god knows he tries. But he's never quite managed to become one of the Okay Cool Kids, in spite of his joining the Sport Of Choice at his high school: lacrosse. He was thoroughly benched for most of his tenure there, with the exception of one game, where he managed to overcome his spastic ways and actually win one for the team. Go Stiles go.
For years, Stiles nursed a crush on one Lydia Martin, a strawberry blonde goddess just out of his reach. (She even dated his direct rival on the lacrosse team, jackass bully Jackson Whittemore. Stiles loathes Jackson with the heat of a thousand fiery suns. You don't even know.) She deliberately ignored him, perhaps even cruelly. Within the last few months of his life, however, that crush has mellowed into a mutual respect, the two of them becoming close friends. Stiles seems content with this, for now.
Stiles has a fairly close relationship with his father, the sheriff of Beacon Hills. They both have so many things left unspoken, however, after his mother's death. Father and son have deep mental and emotional scars that they will not discuss with each other. They dance around this subject, talking about everything but that. But Stiles adores and respects his father, in spite of the little white fibs he tells him to keep him safe, and out of the world of werewolves.
Although his interaction with authority figures is never really quite...um. Respectful? At all? He mouths off to everybody, and manages to get in acres of trouble for it, too. Scott's dad is a great example of this: the man is an FBI agent, for pete's sake. And Stiles cheerfully and easily gives him a verbal middle finger, every opportunity he gets. So if anybody tries to appeal to his sense of duty, they'll find themselves on the wrong end of a verbal smack down. Tread with caution.
The madness of Beacon Hills always seemed frenetic, and he always seemed to emerge (mostly) physically unscathed from the bullshit. Until the Nogitsune.
Just prior to his arrival on Knowhere, Stiles was possessed by a fox spirit of vengeance, a dark Kitsune. Void. Nogitusne. Using his body, the Nogitsune killed dozens of people in Beacon Hills, from sheriff's deputies to hospital orderlies to one of his best friends. He was a prisoner in his own body, watching a malevolent demon use his face to commit terrible murders and atrocities. And he remembers every. Single. Second. Of it. He even spent some time in a psychiatric hospital called Eichen House, where he had a brief, weird, illicit fling with a fellow inmate, Malia Tate. (We don't talk about that scene. It's an abomination.) When Scott finally managed to get Stiles free of the demon, and kill it, it raised a hell of a lot of unanswered questions. Was Stiles still himself? Was he a real person or a facsimile? Would killing the Nogitsune kill Stiles?
As far as Stiles was concerned, he should have died. If there was any justice in the world, he would have died. His innate guilt over things out of his control came full-force, and he knew he was doomed. He sort of came to terms with it all in the last seconds of the season 3B finale ("Just clearing my head..."). But the guilt is still there, because his body was controlling the monsters that killed Allison Argent. Scott's ex-girlfriend, and one of Stiles' best friends. And he'll be dealing with the aftermath of that event, that possession, for a long time to come.
Given the events of the last four seasons of Teen Wolf, Stiles has gone from happy-go-lucky comic relief to something considerably darker and more adult. He has grown considerably, and as a result will be a lot more...careful in his tenure on the station. He'll still be a sarcastic little shit, yes. He'll still have that same mostly-doofy sense of humor. But under it, there's a boy with a breathtaking case of PTSD. And he's been given superpowers.
This'll end well.
powers and abilities: Stiles is a baseline human and as such has no special powers or abilities without the Infinity Gem.
( GAME INFORMATION )
infinity gem: Stiles has been chosen by the Time Gem. Within his past, and within his very recent present, Stiles has much to regret in his short life. He carries the guilt of his mother's death and has for years, but worse, he now carries the death of one of his dearest friends on his conscience as well. There are many, many, many things he wishes he could go back and change, and so is perfectly suited for this gem's particular attentions.
power: Stiles has been granted the power of molecular manipulation by the Time Gem.
housing: Number 7 and number 15.
inventory: Stiles arrives with the clothes on his back (green t-shirt, jeans, brown Vans), the phone in his pocket (Samsung Galaxy 4), and his keys. On the keyring is a mini skateboard, his house key, the key to his Jeep, and a bottle opener.
thread sample: Stiles is threatened with death. Must be a day ending in Y.
log sample:
It's not every day that a seventeen year old can go into a bar and not get carded. It's even less of an everyday occurrence that the bar is in outer space. Seriously, how cool is that? So Stiles is really digging on this whole thing, if only for the freedom of movement he's able to have now. No curfew; no parent to enforce it. (Although he does miss his dad, don't get him wrong. But...this is like Space Camp, only a billion times cooler, thank you very much.)
So he's nursing a beer at the bar, scoping out everybody else, trying to look cool and failing miserably. He just puts out a total spazz vibe, apparently. He's winking and waving and grinning and generally being a giant dork, because that's what he does. But he's also aware. He's watching things happen, seeing the money exchanging hands, making sure nobody's getting their drink roofied. Watching out any sort of problems. Hyper-vigilance. It's something he's lived with since the Kanima, and is probably never going away.
So when the brawl begins, Stiles is already halfway out of his seat, heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline flooding his system.
"Hey!" he barks at the bartender, "don't you guys have bouncers in here?" Jerking his head toward the corner where the tussle is starting to spread, and spread. What was two men throwing punches became five, and then eight. The bartender looks alarmed, and starts to head in that direction, along with three or four big security guards.
He's not sure where the bottle comes from, who throws it. All he knows is that in a split second, there's a deadly missile headed right for some stranger's head, about five feet away. He yelps a warning, but some instinct, some little ping to his new life here makes him hold up one hand and reach out.
The bottle spins in mid-air, and then molasses-slows itself into a halt, held aloft by his newly-minted powers. Molecular manipulation. It's like the bottle is an extension of his fingertips, moving so slowly that it appears to float. Stiles can tell the difference, though. Its inertia has been stripped away, and it's still falling, still moving. It's just impossible to tell by the naked eye.
And as he drops his hand, the bottle drops to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces.
And a big, dumb grin breaks out over Stiles' face. "Holy shit, I'm a super hero for real." He looks around proudly, trying to spot anybody noticing his feat of impossible physics, and...yeah. Nobody saw it. Story of his freakin' life. As the fight is finally put to a stop (with a few other people using their powers too, and wasn't that awesome?), Stiles grumbles to himself, and turns to leave. He's stopped by a burly hand on his shoulder.
"You gonna clean that up, kid?"
"Fuck my life," he groans to himself later, sweeping up the debris of his unnoticed day saving.
name: Lis
age: Over 21.
contact: couervider at gmail,
other characters: N/A
( IC INFORMATION )
name: Stiles Stilinski.
canon: Teen Wolf
reference: Teen Wolf on Wikipedia.
Stiles on Teen Wolf Wikia.
canon point: Stiles appears in Knowhere from the very end of season 3B, episode titled The Divine Move. Please see the character personality section for why this is important.
background: There's a world out there much like baseline Earth. Everything appears normal on the surface, with 2011-equivalent technology, and politics, and societal ills.
But under that is a supernatural world teeming with magic, shape-shifters, and absolutely bloody violence. Welcome to Beacon Hills. We're a hot mess here. If you've never seen an episode of Teen Wolf on MTV, imagine a world similar to Buffy The Vampire Slayer, only with a less competent show-runner. Children are hauled into a centuries-long conflict with little to no information, support or affection. It's awesome. Really.
The setting of Teen Wolf heavily implies that werewolves, druids and hunters have been around for centuries (as evinced by the Archaic Latin texts the protagonists rely on for information). The main conflict is between werewolves and hunters, with druids and magic-users somewhere in between, mainly on the wolf side of things. Werewolves are tied to the cycles of the moon, with the full moon being paramount. (Which is standard werewolf mythos, but the TW wolves can shift at any time, regardless of the moon's tumescence.) There are three types of wolves: Alpha (they're in charge), Beta (they take orders), and Omega (no pack ties, easy pray, prone to irrational violence). Wolf packs are tightly-knit, almost family units, with an Alpha at the head, and any number of Betas below. There can even be entire packs of Alphas, although the how of this has never really been spelled out. Basically magic. Insert Kanye-shrug here. Wolves can rise or fall to any of these three statuses, depending on their actions and thoughts. (It's also heavily implied that werewolves are highly dependent on psychosomatic health: the main character takes a wound in season 3A that won't heal, due to his guilt over its infliction.) Omega wolves are the killers, and where most werewolves get their rotten reputation from. One bad apple...
Alphas are the most powerful, with a range of special abilities to accompany their status. Betas are less powerful, and Omegas are practically slugs. But since the character being discussed here isn't a werewolf, we're going to not touch on the powers too much. If you need more info, I'll be happy to provide it.
Hunters are supposed to follow a code: We hunt those who hunt us. They began somewhere in France, somewhere in antiquity, banding the strongest and bravest together to fight the beasts and abominations that killed the innocent. Over the centuries, one family emerged as the central force against the werewolves. They were the Argents. All hunter clans rallied around them, supported them, and they became royalty among the hunters. The men are the soldiers, but the women are leaders.
And then there are the baseline humans. Usually caught in the middle of this ancient war, they are the body count that nobody mourns. Unless they're incredibly resourceful. And awesome. And loyal. And smart. Ahem, we'll save that for the personality section. Most baseline humans have absolutely no idea that there are werewolves in their midst, which is how the werewolves and hunters like it. But every now and then, the crazed underworld touches the lives of humans. And it's never pretty.
Teen Wolf is a show that touches on the major tropes of werewolf lore, and puts an MTV spin on it for young audiences. There's a lot of sex, violence, and humor, along with incredibly distorted myth. Basically, nobody is safe. Run. This might hurt.
personality:
How do you solve a problem like Stiles? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
Okay, for real. Headcanon time out of the way: In four seasons (almost five!) of this damn show, we still don't know Stiles' real name. So I've designated it as Przemyslaw Leslie Stilinski, but he prefers to go by Stiles. Wouldn't you?
Stiles is, first and foremost, a sarcastic little hyperactive bastard with a mouth that will not quit. Serving as the comic relief of the show, he's always ready with a smart-ass remark and an eye-roll of scorn. Physically, he's never still, always flailing about, tripping over his own feet, and basically behaving like a spazz. But under that mask, there's a very tormented, guilty boy who's carrying way too much weight on his shoulders. His dark side is never far from the surface, and it pops up in the most surprising places. He's pragmatic...and occasionally ruthless.
To quote Coach Finstock: "So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart, never takes advantage of his talents. For his final question on his mid-term exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision."
ADHD, it's a hell of a thing.
His guilt began with the death of his mother in 2004, from fronto-temporal dementia. A type of early-onset Alzheimer's, his mother wasted away in front of him at the age of eight. Traumatic enough for a young child, Stiles has somehow managed to convince himself that his mother's death was his fault. (I've seen some interpretations in fanon that he was the one who pulled the plug on her: I don't subscribe to this. His is a more nebulous guilt, because an eight year old child makes leaps of logic that aren't.) As a result of this, Stiles can be incredibly emotionally constipated, bottling up his true feelings and putting on the class clown act. It's better to make people laugh than cry...
He's endlessly loyal, though, hooking his affections onto people with little to no basis in reality. He's incredibly fortunate that his best friend, Scott McCall, was there in his childhood. They're inseparable, two sides of the same moral coin. While we don't know exactly how long they've been friends, it's implied that it's been at least seven years, since before Scott's dad walked out when Scott was ten.
When Scott was bitten by an unknown Alpha werewolf, Stiles threw himself into researching the affliction that was haunting his best friend and brother. He was the one who realized that Scott was now a werewolf. He was the one who figured out that a werewolf needed an anchor to humanity. He was the one who figured out that the Alpha was someone other than they suspected. Basically, Stiles is the man with the knowledge, the know-how, and the imagination to cope with the world of werewolves.
Socially, Stiles is a tiny bit inept. He tries, god knows he tries. But he's never quite managed to become one of the Okay Cool Kids, in spite of his joining the Sport Of Choice at his high school: lacrosse. He was thoroughly benched for most of his tenure there, with the exception of one game, where he managed to overcome his spastic ways and actually win one for the team. Go Stiles go.
For years, Stiles nursed a crush on one Lydia Martin, a strawberry blonde goddess just out of his reach. (She even dated his direct rival on the lacrosse team, jackass bully Jackson Whittemore. Stiles loathes Jackson with the heat of a thousand fiery suns. You don't even know.) She deliberately ignored him, perhaps even cruelly. Within the last few months of his life, however, that crush has mellowed into a mutual respect, the two of them becoming close friends. Stiles seems content with this, for now.
Stiles has a fairly close relationship with his father, the sheriff of Beacon Hills. They both have so many things left unspoken, however, after his mother's death. Father and son have deep mental and emotional scars that they will not discuss with each other. They dance around this subject, talking about everything but that. But Stiles adores and respects his father, in spite of the little white fibs he tells him to keep him safe, and out of the world of werewolves.
Although his interaction with authority figures is never really quite...um. Respectful? At all? He mouths off to everybody, and manages to get in acres of trouble for it, too. Scott's dad is a great example of this: the man is an FBI agent, for pete's sake. And Stiles cheerfully and easily gives him a verbal middle finger, every opportunity he gets. So if anybody tries to appeal to his sense of duty, they'll find themselves on the wrong end of a verbal smack down. Tread with caution.
The madness of Beacon Hills always seemed frenetic, and he always seemed to emerge (mostly) physically unscathed from the bullshit. Until the Nogitsune.
Just prior to his arrival on Knowhere, Stiles was possessed by a fox spirit of vengeance, a dark Kitsune. Void. Nogitusne. Using his body, the Nogitsune killed dozens of people in Beacon Hills, from sheriff's deputies to hospital orderlies to one of his best friends. He was a prisoner in his own body, watching a malevolent demon use his face to commit terrible murders and atrocities. And he remembers every. Single. Second. Of it. He even spent some time in a psychiatric hospital called Eichen House, where he had a brief, weird, illicit fling with a fellow inmate, Malia Tate. (We don't talk about that scene. It's an abomination.) When Scott finally managed to get Stiles free of the demon, and kill it, it raised a hell of a lot of unanswered questions. Was Stiles still himself? Was he a real person or a facsimile? Would killing the Nogitsune kill Stiles?
As far as Stiles was concerned, he should have died. If there was any justice in the world, he would have died. His innate guilt over things out of his control came full-force, and he knew he was doomed. He sort of came to terms with it all in the last seconds of the season 3B finale ("Just clearing my head..."). But the guilt is still there, because his body was controlling the monsters that killed Allison Argent. Scott's ex-girlfriend, and one of Stiles' best friends. And he'll be dealing with the aftermath of that event, that possession, for a long time to come.
Given the events of the last four seasons of Teen Wolf, Stiles has gone from happy-go-lucky comic relief to something considerably darker and more adult. He has grown considerably, and as a result will be a lot more...careful in his tenure on the station. He'll still be a sarcastic little shit, yes. He'll still have that same mostly-doofy sense of humor. But under it, there's a boy with a breathtaking case of PTSD. And he's been given superpowers.
This'll end well.
powers and abilities: Stiles is a baseline human and as such has no special powers or abilities without the Infinity Gem.
( GAME INFORMATION )
infinity gem: Stiles has been chosen by the Time Gem. Within his past, and within his very recent present, Stiles has much to regret in his short life. He carries the guilt of his mother's death and has for years, but worse, he now carries the death of one of his dearest friends on his conscience as well. There are many, many, many things he wishes he could go back and change, and so is perfectly suited for this gem's particular attentions.
power: Stiles has been granted the power of molecular manipulation by the Time Gem.
housing: Number 7 and number 15.
inventory: Stiles arrives with the clothes on his back (green t-shirt, jeans, brown Vans), the phone in his pocket (Samsung Galaxy 4), and his keys. On the keyring is a mini skateboard, his house key, the key to his Jeep, and a bottle opener.
thread sample: Stiles is threatened with death. Must be a day ending in Y.
log sample:
It's not every day that a seventeen year old can go into a bar and not get carded. It's even less of an everyday occurrence that the bar is in outer space. Seriously, how cool is that? So Stiles is really digging on this whole thing, if only for the freedom of movement he's able to have now. No curfew; no parent to enforce it. (Although he does miss his dad, don't get him wrong. But...this is like Space Camp, only a billion times cooler, thank you very much.)
So he's nursing a beer at the bar, scoping out everybody else, trying to look cool and failing miserably. He just puts out a total spazz vibe, apparently. He's winking and waving and grinning and generally being a giant dork, because that's what he does. But he's also aware. He's watching things happen, seeing the money exchanging hands, making sure nobody's getting their drink roofied. Watching out any sort of problems. Hyper-vigilance. It's something he's lived with since the Kanima, and is probably never going away.
So when the brawl begins, Stiles is already halfway out of his seat, heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline flooding his system.
"Hey!" he barks at the bartender, "don't you guys have bouncers in here?" Jerking his head toward the corner where the tussle is starting to spread, and spread. What was two men throwing punches became five, and then eight. The bartender looks alarmed, and starts to head in that direction, along with three or four big security guards.
He's not sure where the bottle comes from, who throws it. All he knows is that in a split second, there's a deadly missile headed right for some stranger's head, about five feet away. He yelps a warning, but some instinct, some little ping to his new life here makes him hold up one hand and reach out.
The bottle spins in mid-air, and then molasses-slows itself into a halt, held aloft by his newly-minted powers. Molecular manipulation. It's like the bottle is an extension of his fingertips, moving so slowly that it appears to float. Stiles can tell the difference, though. Its inertia has been stripped away, and it's still falling, still moving. It's just impossible to tell by the naked eye.
And as he drops his hand, the bottle drops to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces.
And a big, dumb grin breaks out over Stiles' face. "Holy shit, I'm a super hero for real." He looks around proudly, trying to spot anybody noticing his feat of impossible physics, and...yeah. Nobody saw it. Story of his freakin' life. As the fight is finally put to a stop (with a few other people using their powers too, and wasn't that awesome?), Stiles grumbles to himself, and turns to leave. He's stopped by a burly hand on his shoulder.
"You gonna clean that up, kid?"
"Fuck my life," he groans to himself later, sweeping up the debris of his unnoticed day saving.